Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.